His Toy (Book #1)

Making Friends

In the morning, I woke up to find the old woman walking towards my closet with a basket of clothes.

I got up am went over to the closet to see her putting the clothes up.

"Good morning:," I said.

I saw her jump, but when she looked at me, there was a smile on her face.

"Good morning dear." She replied and then went back to putting things away.

"Do you want help?" I asked, walking over to her and started grabbing clothing to put away.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

As we were putting things away, she asked me.

"What's your name dear?"

"You won't tell Mason will you?"

"Oh no, it will be for my personal use unless you would like Maria to know."

"Is Maria the other maid?"

"Yes."

"I wouldn't mind if she knew, just not Mason."

"I promise."

I sighed and then said.

"My name is Reagan."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you. What's your name."

"My name is Ruth."

"That's a gorgeous name."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

We finished with the clothes, and she left. I made myself busy with a shower and getting dressed.

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When I was done, I went downstairs and into the kitchen. The cook was there, and he looked busy. I started backing up, but he had seen me.

"Hello, what're you doing in here today?"

"I was just curious as to what you were making."

"Oh? Do you like to cook?"

"Yes."

"Are you good?"

"I believe so."

"Would you like to help me?"

"Sure!" I said excitedly.

I went to the sink, pulled my hair back into a ponytail and washed my hands.

"What would you like to have for lunch?" He asked.

"We should make pizza," I said.

He looked at me.

"Have you never made pizza?"

"No."

"Let me show you. It's easy."

I quickly made the dough, like I had done many times at my house. I handed a blob to him and kept a blob for myself.

"Okay, so what you do is, you take it and press it out as flat as you can, and then you can do this..."

After I had pressed it out, I showed his how to twirl it on his finger. He was magnificent.

"Are you sure you've never done this?"

"Yes." He said.

"You're excellent for a beginner."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

When that was done, we set them on the counter and decorated them with tomato sauce, cheese, meat, and vegetables. Then we put them in the oven.

"This is going to taste amazing!" I said.

We high-fived, the flour on our hands making a cloud of dust, causing us to cough, but laugh in the end.

I looked up to see Mason in the doorway watching us.

"Umm..." I said trailing off, looking down at the floor.

"Mason, sir. We were just uh, making lunch."

"I see that. What did you make?"

"Pizza," I replied. I lifted my face to meet his. I was not going to show him I was scared of him.

He looked at me with surprise, and I felt my conscience flinch, but my body stayed still.

"That sounds good." He said. Then he looked me in the eye and said.

"We'll find out if you can cook or not."

He turned and left the kitchen. I let out a breath and slumped back to my normal standing posture.

"What is your name?" The cook asked me.

"Reagan. Reagan Love." I told him.

"Well, Miss Love, thank you for the fun time you have made."

"No problem."

"Maybe we can do it tomorrow?"

"Definitely."

I walked towards the exit of the kitchen but stopped and turned around.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jackson." He replied.

"Nice to meet you, Jackson."

"You too, Reagan."

I turned and left the kitchen with a smile on my face. I passed Maria and said hello. She smiled back and replied with hello.

Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as I thought.